A memory of a torn iguana tail,
exposing bleach-clean bone, could
be an artist’s injected imperfection
– completing the idyll of the scene.
Reptile mirror image of quaintly
crumbling Mayan ruins, poking
up from white-gold sands. Offset
by squatting, low grown palms.
Beach huts are grander now, fitted
with reflective glass. Stealing flawless
blue from ocean, flattened like a table
cloth, set too late for lunch.